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It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold
Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old
Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely br...

Oft I remember those I have
In other days, to whom my heart was
As by a magnet, and who are not dead,
But absent, and their memories